Wrinkle.

Wrinkle

Having woken this morning and consumed my usual cup of tea I set about my ablutions and whilst in the process of shaving I had occasion to view my face, “my what a fine figure of a man, with the face of an angel and not a wrinkle to be seen anywhere” I thought, and then I woke up.

Somewhat later I dragged my bleary eyed self to the bathroom and went through the same process again, only this time I was awake, gravity I’m sad to say has a lot to answer for. I do possess photographs of my younger self and am forced to wonder whether my parents substituted the image of another child, for the cherubic infant with tight golden curls and stunning blue eyes is a far cry from the “interesting” face I now carry. I shouldn’t complain for it was my “interesting character face” wrinkles and all, which assisted in getting me many a job in my career as a mediocre bit part actor.

Due to the quirky nature of my face I would usually play the butler and rarely the master, so it usually fell to me whilst playing Lane or Merriman to iron the wrinkles from the daily newspaper as was the custom of the day. It’s rather a shame we don’t continue with customs like this, but as we hardly produce any newspapers nowadays the necessity to iron them is greatly reduced also.

Whilst gravity may have a detrimental effect on one, at least there are some positive aspects of getting a little older, for with the passing of years one can amass vast knowledge and learn many a wrinkle which can leave the young struggling in your wake. Unfortunately it works both ways for while I have amassed great knowledge in many things, modern computer wizkiddery is not one of them and this is where the young get their own back. The young are left exasperated whilst trying to explain to me, what seems like the simplest task to them and I am generally left confused and frowning adding yet more wrinkles to my already jaded forehead.

About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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